Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guyana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.